it was more pain than i could survive parts of me are still offline
i didn’t want to be seen i didn’t ask to be judged or analyzed by cold ignorance
i’m hurting and shaken pain is pressing me down i don’t feel safe hostility levels me to the ground who could see me as an animal wounded beaten and starved who could love me holding me in their healing arms
who could survive without shutting down segments of yourself conservation mechanisms emergency adrenaline hits defcon 1
ever primed for fallout hypervigilance never knowing my time of death though certain of the next disaster turbulence terror…
